Date: Mon, 6 Feb 2006 16:37:35 -0800
From: Story Teller
Subject: Nik's Life - Part IV
Nik's Life - Part IV
"Getting Through an Atypical Day"
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THANKS again to all who wrote to me. I'm guessing this stuff is genuinely
'good', because nobody had criticized it too badly. Some of you feel sorry
for Nik, hoping for either revenge or love. Some of those things are on
the horizon. But, for now, we're going to have to keep the little skinny
goth punk in submission. :)
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Once again, let's cover the obligatory stuff: This is a complete work of
fiction. It is not based on anyone or anything. Any similarity to any
previously exist(ed/ing) noun (i.e. person, place or thing) is purely
coincidental. If the sex reminds you of anything, you either have had some
great sex that I knew (or know) absolutely nothing about, or you have an
equally vivid imagination. No names were changed to protect anyone or
anything because, in case you are not paying attention, it is a complete
work of fiction. If you are not legally allowed to read this story, then
don't. There, I've said it...so, if you do read it, then it's totally on
you. I own this story and anything it is, or that can be drawn from it. I
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All that having been said. I hope you enjoy the story.
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Troy closed the door to Phillip's Suburban. He headed off to class, leaving
Nik's fist to pump the cum out of Phillip's cock.
"Fuck!" Phillip was pissed off. He couldn't believe that Troy had caught
him, and in that particular place, so out in the open and, worst of all,
without having planned to pay Troy his tribute. He really thought he was
going to get lucky having run into Nik in such an impromptu situation, with
nobody around to see. DAMN, he thought. "What kind of fucking bad luck was
that?" he said aloud.
"What?" Nik asked, pausing a moment and offering his arm a much needed
rest.
"I don't have any damned have lunch money now, and I got a date planned."
He looked up at Nik. "Dude, lemme get a twenty quick."
"But..." Nik paused, only have a twenty dollar bill on him.
"C'mon dude, I'll be totally grateful." replied the big boy sincerely,
oblivious to the memory of his having tricked Nik into his truck for an
unexpected hand job with that very sentiment. "Seriously dude, I'm paying
for Gloria. I think she wants to fuck me." Phillip spoke in a way that
indicated he knew Nik would empathize with the difficult nature of the male
to female mating ritual, as if Nik's life were somehow normal; possibly
even comparably normal to Phillip's own. More specifically, the resulting
sentiment subsequently implied that Nik was not a real fag and, in
conveying such sentiment, Phillip had unconsciously provided the ancillary
benefit to Nik of an extra ounce of self-esteem. It did not go unnoticed by
Nik's sharp attention to detail and he appreciated it.
However, cautiously on guard, Nik also did not miss the redundancy of
Phillip's supposed promise of gratitude. But, the truth was that he was
used to some of the guys hitting him up for the very cash they had just
paid to Troy for his mouth; his pussy [he reminded himself] as Troy called
it. Despite that though, he was sufficiently pleased with Phillip's
handling of the request that he ignored his own loss of lunch money and
forked over the legal tender. The big boy smiled a genuinely friendly smile
and placed the cash in his wallet, and placed that into his pants
pocket. He looked at Nik again and smiled once more. It made Nik feel good,
as if Phillip actually meant the sentiment behind his broad toothy
grin. Phillip did mean it, and would prove to Nik that he did.
"Really Nik, I'll show you that I'm grateful dude." Phillip's smile
broadened a bit and his eyes glanced over toward the approximate spot of
Nik's young manhood through his jeans, darting back and forth between it
and the still throbbing cock pointing out of Phillip's own groin, and then
back to Nik's big brown eyes...and then repeating the cycle over and over,
kind of like a comedy skit. Nik smiled in response to the warm feeling
brought on by this pseudo bonding session, satisfying Phillip's uneasiness
at having borrowed money from another person. It was difficult to borrow
money from anyone, even one so willing to comply. Then, as if to prove he
was a man of his word, the high school heavyweight wrestler reached his big
hand up in between Nik's legs. He could feel the wall of heat generated
from the hyperactive blood flow in Nik's groin as his hand roughly grasped
the hefty denim cock between the skinny kid's legs. Phillip rested his head
back down and closed his eyes, ready to lose himself in the ecstasy of
Nik's hand motion. He began moving his hips again, up and down in Nik's
hand, fucking the boy's fist while he massaging Nik's now throbbing prick
in the process.
Nik resumed beating Phillip's big dick, increasing his speed and vertically
blurring his fist perpendicular to the big boy's crotch. Several minutes
passed and his arm began jerking occasionally. Involuntary twitches nudged
Nik's muscle, as if to remind him that another break would be welcome. The
muscles in his long forearm were so taut they threatened to cramp at any
second. But Nik was focused on the task at hand, to beat this other kid's
cock, to bring him off and let him shoot his load. In this case though, Nik
had incentive. The better he beat on Phillip's meaty dick, the more Phillip
played with his own cock through the denim of his jeans. As he pulled again
and again on Nik's big dick through the normally scratchy denim, the
abrasion was held harmless by the adolescent steel of Nik's throbbing cock
and the skinny kid's sexual oblivion. Nik had been through a lot since
yesterday and the attention being paid to his cock was euphoria to him. He
rocked gently, sliding his knees slightly farther apart. This allowed
Phillip's hand to trap Nik's cock along the length of his thigh and run his
hand along the length of the blue fabric that formed an outline of the
shape of Nik's long penis. Nik fed hungrily on this rare instance of
attention as he gently rocked his hips, ever so slightly imitating a
fucking motion. He moved back and forth only an inch or two, losing himself
in the sensation, but fearful of scaring Phillip. He dared not do that, and
risk causing him to remove the strong hand that was paying attention to his
teenaged fuse. The sensations were the most intense he'd felt in a long
time, and he fought against the bone rattling shaking of his body that
threatened to rock his skinny little Goth frame to pieces. Nik struggled to
overcome the involuntary shudders as he fucked the big hand in miniature
strokes. Nik felt the familiar tingle begin to tickle the insides of his
balls. He could sense that his yearning prick would soon be shooting his
spooge all over the inside of his boxer-briefs. He was getting close and
knew he didn't have much time if he wanted Phillip to cum first.
Phillip knew he was taking forever to cum. Long minutes passed as he tried
to enjoy the long narrow fingers gripping and pounding his cock, but
conflicted as he continued rubbing Nik's equipment. His own lust was
driving him to steal as much pleasure as he could from the warm bony
fingers that pulled upward and downward along the full length of his dark
red shaft, while he derived his own pleasure from making young Nik squirm
under the strength of Phillip's thick massaging fingers. Suddenly, Phillip
death-gripped some rags that extended out from under the spot where he lay,
clutching them into a white knuckled fist in his left hand as he
desperately tried to focus both on his own orgasm, and on making Nik's
reward as sweet as possible. His right hand began sliding even more quickly
up and down the length of denim penis that ran along Nik's thigh, building
up even more heat from the friction. Phillip badly wanted to rip open Nik's
pants and grab his hot dick, to unzip the jeans and feel the other boy's
hot flesh burning into the flesh of his own hand. But this was not an
option. At least it was not an option out in the parking lot; to be seen
touching another boy's cock. It was no big deal for Nik, he thought, Nik
was one of the kid's that all the jock's got to jerk them off, blow them,
and even other stuff. But for Phillip, no, it was absolutely not an
option. His name would be totally wrecked. He would grudgingly settle for
this Hasidic-style ritual, gladly offering Nik whatever mutual gain he
might get from his rolling fingers.
But as Phillip briefly considered the few boys he himself used, he liked it
best with Nik. Phillip loved grabbing Nik's long dick while the skinny kid
jerked his own. His fingers could feel the real flesh of Nik's cock as he
rubbed its denim exo-skin, feeling it slide back and forth under his strong
grip. Phillip was reminded of several other times in the past where Nik had
jerked him off and he had actually held Nik's hot dick in his hand, feeling
the actual flesh touch his own, scorching his hand with the heat of
forbidden temptation. Back then, he had even wanted to touch it with his
tongue, to taste the flesh of the other boy's penis and put to rest that
secret desire that he knew all of the straight jocks had. He wanted badly
to taste the salt of the skin, and to draw into his bloodstream the
testosterone of another boy. But, instead, he had restricted his actions to
simply pulling and jerking on Nik's cock, and then cupping his hand in
front of the skinny kid's fat cockhead as Nik overflowed the meaty cupped
palm with his sperm. Phillip thought back on the several times he had let
Nik's huge ejaculation ooze and spill from between his fingers in this
fashion, never once giving into the riveting desire to suck some into his
mouth. His imagination raced with the prospect of what t would be like to
just reach down with his head and touch his tongue to the viscous liquid;
and to pull a single slimy trail into his mouth. But he had not. And, for
now, Phillip's semi-private secrets would remain his own as he let Nik play
tug of war with his balls, using the rope of his penis in his valiant
effort to drag forth his orgasm. He clenched his eyelids closed even more
tightly, imagining Nik as he fought to pull Phillip's erupting cock volcano
in tow across the great divide.
Nik's arm pain was returning. He didn't know how much longer he could go,
but he wanted Phillip to cum. As ironically fucked up as it sounded even to
Nik himself, he wanted to reward the big wrestler for treating him as an
equal. He pumped and pounded, faster and faster, his loss of muscle control
becoming more evident. Then Nik got an idea. He began focusing on Phillip's
foreskin as it rode up and down; covering, then exposing, the prow head of
the big dick in his fist. He repositioned his fist slightly higher, and
pushed his fist further down into the mound of flesh that surrounded the
base of the wrestler's meat pole. Nik pulled down on the foreskin, exposing
the ultra-sensitive mucous membranes normally hidden beneath. He could
smell the scent of Phillip's morning penis, indicating that the big boy
showered before sleeping, and not after. It was not unpleasant however,
bringing to mind the scent of Nik's own cock in the summertime. He gently
rubbed his fingers onto the sensitive skin below Phillip's glans, sliding
along the secretions, sopping up the moisture with the
fingertips. Afterward, he would slide the foreskin back up, pivoting his
wrist, trying to use the moisture trapped under the foreskin to re-paint
the moisture he'd sopped up with the fingertips. Then, repeating the
process a few times, he began to have the desired effect as Phillip's cock
jerked and his ballsac began to tighten slightly. Nik could 'feel' that he
was having the desired effect as well, gaining this latter understanding
from the renewed vigor of Phillip's massaging action.
Phillip's cock was jerking in response to Nik's new approach. Each time the
tender flesh of his under-skin was exposed, the cool air caused his penis
to jerk. This combined with Nik's gentle touching and sliding of his
fingers onto that sensitive area to begin driving him wild. His body shook,
actually trembling when Nik touched his bared cockhead and grazed his lithe
fingertips along the slippery underside of his glans. The wrestler hips
shook and his sphincter clenched, pulling his cock downward into his body
against the tug-of-war competition being played out by the grip of Nik's
fist. He responded by a renewed urgent jerking of the heavily denim wrapped
young sausage in Nik's crotch. He began yanking on his cock madly, almost
losing control of his hand on Nik's dick. He tried to make the motion
smooth, but he was too lost in his own pleasure. Nik's handling of his
horny fat dick, and his recent attention to his foreskin was sending him
over the edge. He knew his orgasm was racing through his balls and would
only need mere moments to arrive at his cockhead. The sensitive glans began
to tingle under Nik's fist, indicating that it would soon shoot its own
milk for Nik to swallow.
But it would be Nik that would cum first.
It startled Phillip as Nik's body began jerking violently. Nik?s sudden
leap into orgasm caused Phillip to pause and look at what was happening to
him. "NO, don't stop..." Nik pleaded with him; eyes clutched tightly, never
opening then as his begging convinced Phillip to resume his jerking action
just in time for his boyhood to shoot forth its first shot of cum. A second
shot quickly followed, splattering against the cotton fabric of his boxer
briefs. Nik bounced up and down, over and over on the heels of his feet as
if they were a pogo stick. Time and again, his body responded to the waves
of pleasure coursing through his relatively thick young cock. The rifle
hanging above Nik's balls shot its slimy hormonal mixture and then recycled
itself, again and again, as his tiny butt rode on its bouncy springs.
Bullets of semen hurled themselves through Nik's piss shaft, firing forth
from his balls and burning their way out through his nine inch rod. But,
time and again, his pleasure quenching shots were stopped by the fabric of
his boxer-briefs. The spurts, though average in size for Nik, were huge in
volume. He knew there would be more, each equal in volume, and he braced
himself for them, never missing a stroke on Phillip's big dick. Nik's hips
lurched forward as the third shot erupted into his underpants, and lurched
again even further when the fourth mass of sperm shot forth, splattering
again off of the fabric. Several smaller shots followed, joining the mass
of semen that dripped like melting icicles of slime from the walls of his
boxer-briefs down onto his thigh. A few twitches and body shakes caused by
Phillip's continued motions would be all that remained before; finally, Nik
had spent his huge load into his pants. Nik got no reprieve from Phillip's
massaging action, which were driving him well beyond a point of ecstasy
that he'd never even experienced. Nik responded by opening his eyes and
redoubling his efforts onto Phillip's fast approaching load.
Phillip's eyes snapped closed as he saw Nik's open. He didn't want the
younger kid to see how much Phillip enjoyed jerking off another boy. But
Phillip did enjoy seeing Nik jerk about and bounce up and down on his
heels; and it was all that it took get him to the finish line. His upturned
cock-tip began to tingle as Nik's deft hands recovered from their orgasmic
loss of control, and resumed rolling about Phillip's foreskin, massaging it
in spiral motions. He once again enjoyed Nik's gentle grazing of his
fingertips across the mucous membranes below his glans. Phillip's mind
raced at the pleasure he experienced, enhanced by the memory of the
pleasure he had just recently provided to Nik. Then, suddenly, Phillip's
balls rose up, pulled by the involuntary muscles in his groin, preparing
them for action. The heat of the fist on his dick emanated out hot flashes
from the tip, down through the shaft and outward into his balls. He sucked
in his breath, getting closer, recoiling himself like a snake stalking its
prey, fearful that it might slip away. He rocked his hips up and down, back
and forth, searching for the motion, that hand action that would push him
over the edge. And then he found it, with the help of another flick of
Nik's finger under his exposed foreskin.
"Here it comes dude!" Phillip opened his eyes and looked at his dick as he
spoke. And, just as he was speaking the words, his cock erupted in a
massive thick stream of semen. Both boys were shocked as the nearly ten
inch stream of thick boy juice shot directly up into the air. The teen
spooge returned to Phillip's erupting cock with splash, landing directly on
both the dick and Nik's blurry fist and splattering all about. Phillip
clutched his cock muscle again, preparing for another blast from his own
personal meat geyser.
Nik didn't let that happen though. He would let the cock offer up the
reward that he'd spent nearly the last half of an hour earning. But he
would not let it fall and go to waste. He quickly rocked himself up off of
his heels and onto his knees, leaning forward and planting his mouth over
top of the head of Phillip's dick. Nik's tongue extended from between his
thin lips just in time to catch the next thick geyser of adolescent cum,
guiding it into his mouth as it spewed upward. Hungrily, Nik lapped at the
gritty liquid coating the interior of his mouth as he hunched over
Phillip's fat cock. His long black hair formed a curtain behind which Nik
could now more privately sop up Phillip's seed, quenching his perverse
erotic thirst.
It tasted almost sweet, Nik thought, pondering momentarily the possibility
that Phillip's testicles were rewarding him for his genuine effort to
please, as opposed to the get-through-it mentality he normally adopted. He
swallowed the semi-sweet goo in his mouth just in time to receive another,
slightly smaller expulsion of sperm. Nik braced himself on Phillip's
shaking body, clutching onto his meaty hips as he struggled to keep
Phillip's fat fire hose pointed into his gullet against his Phillip's
jerking body and his own post-orgasm exhaustion. Nik licked at the head,
enticing it to offer up more of its sweet cream, fulfilling his inward
desire to make the results of the blow job just as rewarding for Phillip's
unconscious notions of equality. He dug his tongue under the foreskin,
tasting both the slimy precum and relatively tasty saltiness of the mucous
that he only found under the foreskin of uncircumcised cocks. Nik lapped at
the liquids and secretions that filmed Phillip's dick head and slobbery
beet red shaft, pleasing every part upon which he could place his tongue,
or encase with his mouth.
In between ejaculations, Nik labored to maximize the reward by licking off
the remains of the first missed shot of Phillip's semen, lapping at the
legs that ran down the penis. He even put his lips into the deep marsh
created by Phillip's cum as it puddled among the thick dark pubic hairs,
puddling down at the base, licking and sucking up as much as he could
before returning his mouth to Phillip's cock. After a few more cum oozing
spasms of Phillip's dick, it was clear to Nik that he had finished his job;
and he felt he had properly rewarded Phillip in the process. He lay across
Phillip's body, holding Phillip's fat prick in between his lips,
waiting...hoping...a bit more of the creamy sweetness would ooze onto his
tongue. At least a minute passed and Nik could feel the steel of Phillip's
adolescent fuck pole metamorphose into a soft squishy toy inside of his
mouth. Nik gently massaged the shrinking softness until finally allowing
the fat dick to fall from his mouth and land on Phillip's stomach with a
wet "plop" sound. Thoroughly pleased with the reward he had just given, Nik
rolled backward to rest again, tiny-butt to heels.
"Jesus Fucking Christ Nik" Phillip just laid there with eyes closed. He was
dazed, literally dazed. He'd never had such a hot encounter in his
life. "That was fucking AMAZING dude...just fucking AMAZING!" He could not
believe that Nik had just made him feel so amazingly good. It was nearly a
minute before Nik's release of his spent cock brought him back to the real
world. He looked at Nik, watching the Goth punk catch his breath. He smiled
broadly, causing Nik to smile back. They both chuckled at exactly the same
time, and then sat there for another minute or two, catching their
breath. Soon, Phillip would bring them both back to Earth.
"Don't you have some homework you were gonna do?" He seemed concerned.
"Yeah, but I'll never get it done now." Nik said, again realizing that he
was now flirting dangerously with detention. He hoped that his proven track
record of never missing an assignment would earn him a reprieve. But, this
was Mr. Jacobsen, so he figured he'd better not hold his breath. Just the
same though, he and Mr. Jacobsen did seem to relate. He wouldn't count his
proverbial chickens, or bury them, just yet. "Besides, I gotta go clean
this jizz out of my underpants." he noted as he looked down at the somewhat
large wet spot that had slowly spread from the repeated assault of his
semen firing crotch weapon.
"Well, I was gonna ditch." Phillip admitted the fact, and educating Nik as
to what the hell the big ox was doing coming out of the library just
then. "But, I was bored then. I gotta say; I feel pretty good now." He
laughed. "Guess I can tough out the day." His face suddenly turned
somber. "Ya know...if you don't want to do that Troy cock worship
thing...that's cool."
Nik was surprised. Everybody made Nik kiss their dick and recite Troy's
mantra. Troy had been so angry during his initial attempts to keep Nik
submissive to his will that he'd made every guy that used Nik learn the
mantra, and ensure that Nik did it properly. It was a requirement back
then. He'd probably sucked better than a hundred cocks by now, he thought
to himself. He was so used to French-kissing cocks from which he'd recently
sucked sperm that he, more often than not, did it mechanically. He was
really surprised when Phillip made it possible for him to not do it at
all. But, Nik thought again...and, skipping any thought of how confusing
the thought might be...strangely, he declined Phillip's offer.
"Nah, I better do it." Nik wasn't sure why he was saying the words. He
HATED this fucking part of it all. But, the self-directed lies came to the
forefront easily. "If Troy found out, it could turn out to be a bad thing."
But had he actually considered his own rationale, he would have known that
was bullshit. It would only be trouble if Phillip told Troy maybe, he would
have thought; but that was extremely unlikely. No, he wanted to do it. He
didn't know why, but he did know that one of his missions was to consider
Troy's benefit. He knew he would do anything if it would make Troy
happy. Perhaps by making Troy proud of his efforts, he might be able to
nurture more conversation and maybe learn more about Kyle's plans for butt
fucking. Troy might even relax his guard long enough to tell Nik why he's
brokering the deal between him and Kyle. So, with the potential gain of
answered questions, he leaned over and did for Phillip that which he'd done
dozens and dozens of times.
Nik looked at Phillip and smiled, and then leaned over and started kissing
the upturned foreskin clad head of Phillip's penis. This time his French
kissing tongue tunneled itself through the gnarled brown end of Phillip's
foreskin that contracted just beyond the head, searching for the cock
hidden inside. Slickly Nik's tongue flicked about, searching for the tiny
lips of the big boy's urethra and causing some involuntary jerking
throughout Phillip's post orally sensitive prick. Nik kissed the fat penis
for a few seconds, circling his tongue about the head and bringing about
the familiar initial swelling that told him how much Phillip's cock was
enjoying his effort. "Thank you Phillip for teaching me that it is my
MOUTH, and not you, that is a pussy. Thank you for teaching me that my
pussy exists to give you pleasure. I now know that my mission until the end
of high school is to be your bitch." He leaned down once more, again
kissing Phillip's re-swelling penis. "Thank you Phillip for letting me suck
your dick." Now, thought Nik, he felt sexually satisfied.
Phillip smiled at him. "Thanks Nik. That was really fucking hot."
Nik smiled back. But his thoughts were much different. "No problem Phillip,
thanks for...uh...er..." he stumbled on his own words." Well, you
know...you're part of it all." He didn't know how to form the words, and he
didn't want to risk making him uncomfortable by putting spoken words to
Phillip's behavior. It was better to thank him in general, and not
specifically.
Phillip and Nik got themselves fixed up. Nik used some rags to try and dry
his jeans, but knew he'd only be able to do it properly in the bathroom
where there were paper towels. Phillip drug his pants up about his waist
and buckled his belt, pulling tightly on the leather strap. Once they were
prepared as best they could, they worked their way out of the Suburban and
began walking back across the parking lot. Nik knew that once they were
outside, Phillip wouldn't chat much. He didn't take it personally. After
all, Nik knew it was because they were back in the light of day. The other
jocks would know why they were together, but Phillip still had a reputation
to uphold and didn't want to be seen as being friendly with the weaker
kid. Instead, Phillip walked a step ahead of Nik, and Nik used the time to
reflect on what was certainly a change going on in his head.
Nik just thought quietly, walking at least a step behind Phillip, when
something troubling occurred to him. He had always told himself that he was
sucking and jerking dick, drinking and bathing in piss, and a whole host of
other crazy shit, all under duress. And he had been...when it started. But
now, over the last two days, he'd been forced to see his own sexual
excitement, his bona fide desire, exposed into the light of day and
dragging a secret that Nik didn't even know he possessed. Was it possible?
He thought again to himself. Am I really getting off on blowing these other
boys? Nah! He thought again.
But then Nik's subconscious reared its ugly head. Like a snake, coiling up
from the outskirts of Nik's comfort zone, it hissed across the border into
his conscious mind. He knew that his choices were his own, regardless of
the purpose. Nik was suddenly reminded of what he had just done in the
Suburban. Not only did he 'choose' to jerk off Phillip, he wanted to. Not
only did he do what he 'had' to do, he did it well beyond the normal call
of duty, driving and losing himself in the moment, drawing energy that can
only come from pure will.
Much worse, and even more to the point, is that for the first time since
the gang rape thing, he'd been offered a chance to skip part of his
humiliation. He'd been given the chance to not worship the same cock that
he had just pleased with his mouth and throat. But Nik had refused that
chance, voluntarily. He told himself that it was for the sake of not
getting retribution from Troy. But he knew that wasn't true. He had wanted
to kiss Phillip's dick, and only felt complete sexual satisfaction after he
had done it. Nik even recalled telling himself that he wanted to suck the
cum from Phillip's cock too. Sure, he thought, he called it a so-called
reward for Phillip's behavior. But that was equally bullshit. But could it
be true? He thought to himself. He couldn't deny that he wanted to drink
Phillip's cum, regardless of the reason he told himself. Hell, he'd even
lapped it up like a dog, digging his tongue into the folds of Phillip's
flabby crotch and lapping hungrily. Nik thought then of how he must have
looked to Phillip, hyper extending his long thin tongue downward again and
again as if cleaning each of the big wrestler's crotch hairs off
individually. Even Nik recalled his efforts in that fashion, remembering
the way he was lapping the length of the boy's fat dick, and slurping the
slimy cum puddled within the mound of flesh that surrounded Phillip's thick
pole.
"Well, thanks again Nik." Phillip broke both their concentration as they
walked up the stairs and entered the quad. "Really man, that was the best
anybody has ever done it. And thanks for the cash bro; I'll get you back
for it."
"Nah, thanks Phillip. You did your part. Keep the twenty" Nik smiled in
thanks. Even though the quad was empty, he dared not speak of what part
Phillip had actually played. "I'll see you in History." It never occurred
to him that he had just paid Phillip for his own services, again
voluntarily. Even his subconscious would take its measure of him.
From there they parted ways. Nik headed off to his second period Algebra
while Phillip headed off to wherever the rest of his day would take
him. Now seriously behind schedule, Nik moved quickly through the quad,
entering at the far end so that he could work his way to the Math
section. He moved through the hallways quickly, already late for
class. Aside from Phillip rubbing an orgasm out of his cock, the day was
going rather poorly. Parking had fucked him of precious minutes. And,
though enjoyable, the encounter with Phillip had robbed him of his entire
first period, causing him to miss his opportunity to do his History
assignment. As Nik ran through the halls, he thought of his recent orgasm,
focusing on it while oblivious to the significantly large wet cum spot half
way down his pant leg. Suddenly, he realized that the long encounter with
Phillip caused him to also miss the taking of attendance in first
period. Consequently, a few more minutes was lost as he stopped into the
Administration Office and got himself marked "Present" for the day. After
that, he zipped back through the hall and slipped quietly into the door at
the back of Mrs. Milliken's Advanced Algebra class. Her stern brown eyes
narrowed a bit as the squeaky door ruined his attempt at silence, causing
the entire class to turn and look at him. But Nik just focused his big
brown eyes at Mrs. Milliken and quietly muttered an apology. That was all
it took and she melted in his palm, as she so often did for him. How he
loved his eyes and the power they had, he thought. No detention for this
Tardy, he thought. Relieved, he quickly slid into his seat and otherwise
quietly gathered his class materials and homework from his backpack.
Algebra class was torturous irony for Nik. The class was so easy that he
often did his homework a class ahead of schedule. Sitting there listening
to Mrs. Milliken, the familiar concepts she explained to the other class
members were far beneath Nik, and left him to his thoughts. He thought the
same things over and over, dwelling on where he was in life, and where he
was going. It was the same new questions that had come to him since the day
before. Why would Kyle want me to fuck him? Is Troy brokering a
butt-fucking for Kyle?
But, then, Nik had an epiphany. Something suddenly occurred to Nik and it
all began to make sense. Kyle and Troy are best friends. Who else would
Kyle confide such a secret desire to? But then why didn't he just ask Troy
to do it? Why, indeed? He thought. It's because nothing but a pussy could
handle that fat fucking cock. Nik's hand involuntarily moved up and lightly
gripped his throat, reminding himself of the choking sensation and intense
pain that Troy's fat crotch cannon caused on his sensitive throat muscles,
threatening to tear them apart. No, it would have to be something designed
to pass a whole child that would be able to handle that fat pole between
Troy's legs. Now that Troy had seen Nik's cock, and how it was more narrow
than his own, he must be looking out for his friend's comfort. Certainly if
Troy couldn't fuck Kyle himself, it made sense he'd have Nik do it; a guy
he could order to do whatever he wanted to, and then order to keep quiet
about it. And Nik knew, if ordered, he would obey. Suddenly, it began to
make sense.
Nik's subconscious now awakened, he winced at the memory of his narrow
jawbones and the pain that Troy's fat cock had caused there so often. He
recalled the intense pain from the quarterback's humungous prick,
threatening to rip his throat apart at the seams. Yeah, he thought, Troy's
monster cock would rip another boy's asshole apart, and Kyle was not a
particularly big kid. Now that Troy had seen Nik's cock for the first time,
he must have thought it would be perfect for his best friend's sexual
awakening. Nik wondered how long it would be until the subject came up
again. However, at the moment, something else came up and Nik shifted in
his seat, relocating his re-swelling cock downward and away from its
pants-tenting trajectory. The erections were arriving one after another,
and he wished he could turn off that part of his mind.
Nik snapped himself back to reality. He didn't have time to worry about all
of that now. Soon he'd be in third period Study Hall, and shortly afterward
on his knees with Tommy Keller's cock pumping his spunk into his mouth. It
would not be so nice then, he thought, in a public school bathroom with boy
dick in his mouth...again. He drooped his head in dismay at what he knew he
would have to do but, strangely, his cock did not react negatively to the
impending situation. It continued to swell, running down his leg. However,
other than repositioning it for comfort, he made no conscious effort to
will it away,
Nik began paying attention to the simplistic mathematical examples being
drawn on Mrs. Milliken's blackboard. Though not of conscious effort, the
math problems relieved him of his erect penis. The blood withdrew, pooling
internally at the ready in case it was called upon again. It would not be
called upon again this class period. Soon he was hearing the bell ring, and
he joined his other classmates as they passed through the doorway and
scattered to their respective third periods. Once again, Nik's mind swam
with confusion as he walked down the hall.
Study Hall was only a few doors down from his last class. He walked in and
took the first open seat he could find, along the wall which held the door
through which he'd just entered. Pulling a sharp left turn as he entered
the doorway, he slipped behind his chosen seat, moving toward the inside of
the row and slipping into the wooden chair in the same circular motion. The
room was abuzz with the gossip of teenagers, but Nik was busy pulling
materials from his backpack. In vain, he had hoped to possibly get at least
'some' of his History homework done. He was so involved that he didn't
notice Coach Walken enter the room. The Coach didn't do any teaching, but
all of the coaches had to mentor study halls. Nik always found it odd,
since they were big dumb jocks that didn't know anything anyway. The logic
of this part of the educational process had always escaped him. But, here
was Coach Walken to bring his brand of athletic justice to their classroom.
"Alright ladies and gentlemen, let's get quiet." The massive frame of the
football coach spoke the words with a boom as his deep voice threatened to
rattle the room. "This is study hall, so the operative word people is
STUDY."
Coach Walken was a no nonsense kind of guy who said what he thought. You
always knew where you stood with him, and it was part and parcel of what he
put into the football team. Under his leadership, Coach Walken's players
brought home several State Championships, that particular year included.
The man was a literal football god and it was widely considered that, if
put to the test, he could walk on water. But, despite any deified
qualities, you just plain didn't fuck with him, and everyone knew it.
"So..." he continued "...I'll be assuming that anyone who talks is either
going to the bathroom..." he looked directly at Nik while he spoke "...or
I'll assume you're asking to be put on the detention list for tonight. And,
since I know how lonely Mr. Jacobsen gets with nobody in there, I'll be
more than happy to send some of you volunteers over there after school. All
you have to do is talk." Another mantra; Coach Walken reiterated that which
he'd said so many times before. And then the dark foreboding figure took
his standard seat at the desk and began leafing through a Sports
Illustrated, paying little, if any, attention to the students in their
seats.
Nik meanwhile was beet red with embarrassment. He'd never noticed it but it
was true, he did ask to go to the bathroom in nearly ever Study Hall. It
never occurred to him that Coach Walken had kept a mental recollection of
his frequent trips, especially since the man was perpetually stuck
nose-to-page in some sports periodical. But it kind of made sense, he
supposed. After all, it was primarily his team that had used Nik and some
of the other kids as androgy-sexual playthings; not just his, but the
football players seemed to need to bust their nuts most often. Coach
Walken's own teachings of domination on the field of battle, and beating
another team back across the gridiron and into submission, became a
powerful message of force. Everyone knew that this message, and the
supercharged testosterone producing adolescents that learned it, and lived
by it, would exercise itself anew every season. Graduating players moved
on, but new players meant new needs, and a new variety of manners in which
they would need to be met. The Coach must know that his boys frequently
needed to blow off their rocks, and he couldn't depend on the local sluts
to care for those needs. Nik thought that Coach Walken 'had' to know what
the players did, as must the other coaches at the school. He wondered if
Coach Walken actually knew for sure, or if he was just assuming as a
logical deduction for common bathroom jaunts. Perhaps it was Nik's own
paranoia creeping up on him. He thought about it, suddenly frustrated at
the overwhelming confusion that was overtaking him in such a short time.
Nik's Goth based roots of Anarchy snuck into his thoughts. He was disgusted
that "The System" would so wantonly allow (encourage?) such activity. It
was exactly what was wrong with the world. The strong preying on the weak,
extracting from the more defenseless that which they needed, or even just
wanted, and caring little for what was left in their wake. But again, he
realized that it was all just thoughts. He was weak and he knew it. He
recalled in his thoughts that he would be Troy's bitch until the end of
high school. Naturally, his thoughts immediately recalled his stiff cock
jumping free from his boxer shorts the day before. A short fantasy of he
and Troy, palling it up in the locker room, smacking butts, had flashed in
his mind as Troy slapped his over length sausage back and forth with gentle
buddy slaps. Nik dared to admit to himself that he had actually enjoyed the
brief discussion that had immediately followed. Troy might have actually
shown him some dignity if he'd been nicer. It was important to ensure that
Troy was pleased, he thought to himself. Nik failed to notice that he
didn't correct his mental vernacular this time.
Nik suddenly wondered again about Kyle, but that would have to wait. He
noticed the clock and ten minutes had passed. Anxious, he began to raise
his hand. Even before the arm was fully extended, Coach Walken began his
reply.
"Go ahead Themopolous." Coach Walken hadn't even looked up. "Let's try not
to get lost today, OK?"
Nik didn't say a word as he casually strolled out the door, helping it to
close quietly behind him. Once on the other side, however, he darted down
the hall hoping to be in place before Tommy got to the bathroom. Hopefully,
he thought, he'd be able to swallow Tommy's jizz and still get back to
study hall in time to get something done today besides swallowing other
boys' cum.